I’m on my half term holidays at the moment. I am a teacher and I know that the less informed members of the public assume this means I’m sat on my fat arse drinking wine and eating copious amounts of chocolate?
I can assure you that this isn’t true. Its prosecco…
All jokes aside I’ve been into school today to do some work and something felt a little different. This next half term is my first time in a very long time being a full time teacher. I am fully in charge of 28 three and four year olds and while this is terrifying, it’s also immensely exciting. I finally get to make my own decisions and organise the room to aid the children’s learning.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m properly shitting it. However, I am truly excited at the same time. I mean, Becky 5 months ago would not have been spending an evening reading “Best practice in the early years” by Alistair Bryce-Clegg and highlighting interesting ideologies! Maybe she’s back, bloody finally!
B x
Unapologetically Becky 